Stenli disappeared on 21. 7. 2017.
We never found him or any remains.
He became a metaphor for my utopic search of a home.
The trees are an every evening changing home for the birds.
May it be from Saint Lazare to Belleville or from Ljubljana to Hokkaido.
Every day moments mean even more.
Stenli lives in my inner world as well as in a forrest, a river, the sky,
at night and in all the elements that are us.
Also in the people we both considered as part of our pack.